dais

[threedollarsdotcom]

Are you willing to die for $3 dollars

[especially]

[cpahlow]

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[2waglet]

everyone who has ever been mean to me for no reason should be killed on camera and the video should be shown to me

[virgoboy]

made a realisation that if you have one awkward interaction no one actually cares and you don't have to like. kill yourself. do other people know about this

[mindinthevoid]

[soaveintermezzo]

[crescend0ll5555]

[catchymemes]

[wacklemons]

lets scream with mama

[neckkiss]

“When you hold me I feel alive When you hold me I’m alive And I’m sure when I say You’re the best friend of my life”

— The Blaze

[ethelcain-songs]

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Dust Bowl Ethel Cain

Pretty boy Natural blood-stained blond With the holes in his sneakers And his eyes all over me Drive-in slasher flick again Feeling me up as a porn star dies He’s watching me instead 8th grade death pact strike me dead

All of alabama laid out in front of your eyes But all you could see was me

You walked in, you were singing You tried to wade in cause you wanted Just to tell me who you were You were kind, dying to tell me You’ll wait if i have to make sure

Grew up hard, fell off harder Cooking our brains smoking that shit your daddy smoked in vietnam You’d be a writer If he didn’t leave all his hell for you Saying if you could, you’d leave it all

I knew it was love When i rode home crying Thinking of you fucking other girls And when you Said that you’re in love I never wondered if you’re sure

Pretty boy Consumed by death With the holes in his sneakers And his eyes all over me

[may29]

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I don't want your cherry I just want you very badly I don't wanna marry you, just wanna be your darling I don't wanna fall in love, just wanna make you happy Let me love you more, more, more La, la, la love you madly

[cottageaesthetic]

[hannahlockillustration]

You can see more of my sketchbook work on my Patreon!

[wokeuplaughing]

big fan of these photos I took with a fisher price camera when I was like 8